by Ama Debrah
|Changed my life forever, you mean.|
I remember a discernible shift in 2010, shortly after the release of the movie New Moon. Where I once was able to talk about my love for the Twilight series in mixed company without any irony, I now felt myself being harshly judged any time I mentioned how the midnight premiere of New Moon was “life-changing” and a “quality cinematic experience,” or how much I genuinely enjoyed reading Eclipse. While in the past it was a common occurrence to see every student in my all-girls high school clutching a beaten-up copy of one of the four books in the quartet, it became contemptible to even consider reading the Twilight saga in public. Learning that it was no longer socially acceptable to like Twilight, I became a closeted Twilight fan, and would only speak of it in conversations that mocked it.
Then, halfway through watching Eclipse, I got it. I remember distinctly thinking: “Who did the CGI for the wolves, the director’s three-year old daughter? Why can absolutely no one act? And seriously, was the script automatically translated from Icelandic using Google Translator and no copy-editor?” Then, I hit college and I realized how anti-feminist, anti-choice, and basically anti-everything-I-believed-in the series actually was. Although it took me about two years longer than everyone else, I finally understood why listing Twilight as one of my favorite books on Facebook was a sin on par with stepping on a Corgi puppy.
However, did that mean I stopped going to the midnight premieres? Nope!
If you’ve seen any of the Twilight films, you already have a general idea of what happened in Breaking Dawn Part 2. As any Twilight movie, the film had it’s fair share of tense stare-downs between Bella, Edward, and Jacob; Kristen Stewart biting her lip; Taylor Lautner, shirtless and unintentionally homoerotic; and a surprisingly good indie soundtrack. Breaking Dawn Part 2 starts off exactly where part one left off: Bella has just been resurrected as a vampire, and she quickly arises after the bloody childbirth of her half-vampire spawn with her newly red eyes and jumps into Edward’s loving embrace.
“We’re the same temperature now,” Edward coos, and the audience swoons.
|Amazon vampires, ya dig?|
The first third of the movie consists of Bella getting used to her new vampire nature, completed with a hysterical scene in which Bella scales a cliff and kills a mountain lion while appearing to fly through the air. The much-hyped arm-wrestling scene between Emmett and Bella is not to be missed, and there’s also an obligatory fade-to-black sequence of Bella and Edward exploring all the facets of vampire sexuality.
The film pretty much follows the exact sequence of the book, since there really wasn’t that much content in the third book to fill two full-length movies in the first place. The Cullen clan springs into action to recruit their vampire friends and prove to the Volturi (a scary group of Italian vampires, including Dakota Fanning, that behead any vampires that break the sacred vampire-code), that their child, Renesme (Renee + Esme, get it??), is not a child who they forcibly turned into a vampire, but a child born of pure love and destroyed bed-frames and pillowcases. Then there are a lot of politically incorrect sequences profiling vampire from other world-cultures, specifically the portrayal of the two vampires from the Amazon, who never speak and only wear a combination of feathers and loincloths.
But where things really get interesting is towards the end of the movie, when the final showdown between the Volturi and Cullens ‘n Friends comes to a head. If you are familiar with the book version of Breaking Dawn, you know that the so-called “climax” leaves much to be desired. Not to spoil anything, but thanks to a twist-a-rooney, curtsey of the scriptwriters, even the most die-hard fans’ heads will roll. At my theater, the audience (okay, mostly myself), cried out in outrage and surprise multiple times during the finale.
Basically, if you’re expecting an incredible cinematic experience, go see Anna Karenina. But if you’re a die-hard fan, or even a reformed die-hard fan like myself, then Breaking Dawn Part Two will fulfill any need for closure. Or, if you’ve never seen a Twilight film and are just looking for a good laugh, then by all means, watch away.
Ama Debrah is a sophomore at Barnard and New York and On Campus editor for The Nine Ways of Knowing.